"Come to Chicago," Marc's family said. "We're going to a wedding in Chicago," they said. But as the rental car pulled out of the parking lot at O'hare and the Chicago skyline shrunk in the rearview window, I realized I was not going to Chicago. A far-flung suburb of the Windy City was a better description for where I ended up that weekend in March. But no matter my destination and the freezing temperatures, my eating tour of Illinois could not be stopped.
This pomegranate apple pear sauce was destined for some Chanukah latkes but life intervened and now it's spooned over my breakfast. Elaborate thoughts of a fully homemade 2nd night of Chanukah after coming back from out of town on night 1, ended with me rushing home from an almost forgotten holiday party and picking up a jar of apple sauce. The latkes were homemade, thanks Smitten Kitchen, and store apple sauce sufficed on top. Days later a bag of apples and a few random pears on my countertop were still shaming me.